our last summer in the rearview mirror

Then, we were too young to know, only now

looking through the golden glass of time,

I'm basking in that summer afterglow

infused with melodies of bluebell chimes.

That was our last summer of bliss for two.

Red beads of berries were falling down.

We were falling in the green grass too.

Two bodies intertwined, two souls unbound.

That was the time when all we did felt just and fair,

when we believed in hugging the world,

and when the wind kept playing with our hair  -- 

last summer before we were whisked

into the stark reality of being suddenly adults,

last summer of our cartwheels and somersaults. 😊

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Dear Readers, thank you for reading! I write mostly about love and the meaning of life. Feel free to share stories with your loved ones. I also read my writing at public events as a professional performer.